A week later…

Sam waved to Linda and yelled, "No more spiders!" He dropped the broom and hopped off the step ladder. Sam had worked like the devil sweeping down all the cobwebs from around the outside of the motel. Everything was on one level making it easier for him but the squirt still couldn't reach those higher places. The pride he showed in his work and to see those dimples again was well worth the fifteen bucks she promised him for a job well done.

Sam gave her a little bow when he took the money. He put on his empty backpack headed for one of the rental bikes.

"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"I have to get groceries."

"Well I can close up the office for a bit and take you there."

A frown crept over his face as he weighed his options, "I've got personal groceries to get."

"I promise I won't peek. I've got a few things to pick up anyway." She hoped her smile looked completely nonthreatening to him. Dealing with the Winchester brothers was like trying to feed wild deer, you never knew when they'd bolt and run.

"Mmm…ok."

…

Dean woke up to find Sam MIA and a note on the kitchenette table.

"Dean, I went to get groceries with Linda. Don't be mad. Sam xo"

Dean grumped, "like a kiss and hug is gonna make me feel like less of a loser. I can't even get food for my kid brother."

He was actually glad for the time alone so he could assess his damage in private without worrying Sam would pop up. The omega stretched his limbs, feeling the strain in his lower abdomen right down through his genitals both new and old. Dean took the hand mirror and positioned himself on the bed to get a good look at what he still considered a wound as if it would heal up and disappear though he knew better. Dean took one hand and pulled back his cock and balls to reveal all.

The once raw and ragged outer edges were now a healthy pink instead of angry red and seemed to be slowly smoothing out and becoming one with the plump, smooth lips that guarded the entrance to whatever was going on inside of him.

Dean contorted his body to get his junk to hang sideways and used his free hand to spread the lips open. He was surprised and to find what he assumed was a labia which opened like flower petals and now peeked out from between the lips.

"What the hell? Oh man, what is that," Dean also found his barely there labia minora as an extra surprise.

Dean wished he hadn't skipped some of his health classes and paid more attention to the real information when he was there. He recalled being fascinated by the illustrations in the book of penises, scrotums and vaginas and delighted in the film strips the teacher played for them except the one where a lady gave birth or the section on STDs.

The omega stopped poking around, unnerved by what he'd found so far. He made himself get up and shower, brush his teeth then covered his important parts with deodorant. Dean stuffed a fresh cloth in clean boxers and got dressed.

The room smelled rank and he was the reason why. He felt pretty bad that Sam dealt with that for a week without saying a word. Dean cracked all the windows then gathered up the dirty bedding, rags, towels and clothing including Sam's then ventured outside for the first time in a week.

Dean stared down the long porch lined with doors and at the end stood the laundry room; he took a deep breath before taking that first step without his brother.

…

"Eggs, bologna, milk, bread, cereal…the peaches are on sale so that's ok because we gotta have fruit…" Sam even splurged and got margarine for the eggs. He made sure everything was either on sale or store brand because he had more important things to buy.

Next stop was the omega hygiene aisle that gave Sam butterflies in his stomach though he wasn't sure why, this was something he'd figure out in a few years. There was a lone omega reading the back of a box of something mysterious. Sam took a deep breath before taking that first step without his brother.

….

John ran is fingers over the leather bound copy of Mesopotamian gods, goddesses and folklore; it wasn't like Bobby to part with any of his important collection like this. John planned to lock it up safely in his secret arsenal he used for hunting. While John had a collection of twelve years' worth of weapons, books and oddities, Bobby's was more impressive.

He handed it back to Bobby, "I can't take it if I don't know why you're giving it to me. Everything in life has strings attached, I know it and you know it."

"Holy hell John, what happened to you? The only string attached is your promise you'll give your boy a chance. If you decide don't want him when you get back then I'll take 'em both until you get your shit together."

John went on the defensive, "Seems to me I'm the only father in this room so you giving me advice really doesn't hold much weight. Here, keep the book."

Bobby didn't have any kids though he and his wife had planned on it before the tragic way she died, "That's a low blow even for you, John. Keep the book and give it to the boys. I meant what I said; I'll take both of them. I mean Dean's already been in a home for wayward boys so I can't do much worse than that." Bobby reached out and gripped the man's forearm, "You're a marine so you gotta keep your promises so promise me." He quickly let go.

The younger alpha's handsome features turned dark and brooding. Bobby knew that look when a man's pride was on the line. He held his breath as he waited for John's answer.

….

Linda found Sam someplace she didn't expect to, the omega hygiene aisle. She stayed out of sight, only peeking around the corner to see what Sam was up to. He held an open book and whatever was in it seemed pretty interesting. The store manager approached the boy and told him it wasn't a library and Sam quickly put the book back then grabbed a few things and dropped them in the cart. As soon as he headed to the check out, Linda picked up the well thumbed through book. She was surprised at the title and the fact Sam was purchasing hygiene items. Linda took a fresh copy of the paperback and put it in her cart.

She passed the rude manager on her way to the checkout, "That was my grandson you lipped off to. You're a real asshole."

….

Sam put his few bags of groceries in the trunk first and then Linda slipped the book in the bag with the pads and cream when the boy wasn't looking. It was a tough ride home talking about things like fireworks when all she wanted to do was ask about his purchases.

Sam seemed so happy talking about bottle rockets, dragon whistles, sky blasters and fairy sparkles among other fireworks that she didn't want to interrupt and bring him down.

"I'm gonna stock up on smoke bombs because you can use them to distract monsters if you gotta get away. Dad doesn't like them though because they smell like sulfur and I guess it gives him bad memories."

"Wait…what does that mean?"

If felt good to have someone else to talk to about things but Sam realized he said too much.

"Nothing, I'm just jokin' around."

TBC

If Dean thought he'd be out of the woods in a day or two he was sadly mistaken. After presenting he went into his first heat cycle which was always the worst for a new omega as his body adjusted and healed.

His now mature sexual organs had fully anchored in place and the musky, thick blood tinged slick leaking from this new orifice acted as a balm for the fresh tender flesh inside and out.

In subsequent heat cycles the slick would be thinner and ease the way for breeding and make it easier for a male to enter an omegas tight passage.

The teen didn't know all about that, he was more concerned with running out of rags to stick in his boxers. While Dean was relieved the raw edges of what he still considered a wound seemed to be healing but he still wished it wasn't there at all.

Dean felt guilty for not taking care of Sam the way he wanted to and it made for a miserable situation. Mentally it was a difficult time for Dean, he had his share of both teen male and omega hormones raging and his emotions were in a constant battle to see what would surface first or worse, merge together for a whole new degree of sadness, anger, elation and everything in between.

just couldn't get a handle on his emotions or his exhaustion

thought the pain was just a bit better thanks to a bottle of pills their dad left in the Winchester emergency first aid kit.

Dean wasn't sure what the unmarked bottle of pills was but he knew they were pretty good at knocking out major pain. In fact John only doled them out for something severe. It felt good to stick it to his dad and use his precious pills plus get some relief at the same time.

Sometimes small victories are all a person has to keep going.

….

Sam nibbled at the jumbo chocolate chip cookie Linda had baked for the morning coffee bar. He made sure to wrap one up for Dean before the tourists with kids came in and cleaned her out. He'd just finished washing the windows in the office inside and out then and then swept all the cobwebs off the building.

He made sure to do this while Dean was napping because he knew his brother would get upset to find out Sam was working. It wasn't hard work and cash was tight plus he really liked Linda.

Linda let out a whistle as she admired the sparkling clean windows, "I'm impressed, you even got in the corners." She pressed a twenty in his free hand, "Thanks, Sam. I might have you clean out the laundry room tomorrow; I just can't get to everything myself."

His normally serious expression was replaced by a big smile, "Thanks! I'll do a great job, promise."

"I haven't seen your brother this week is everything ok?"

"Sure, he just has a bad cold but it's getting better."

"Uh huh…what about your dad, when is he getting back? I don't like you kids all alone like that."

The boy shrugged his slim shoulders, ""He works really hard and besides, Dean is thirteen so it's not like I'm unsupervised."

"If you say so, you'd tell me if you boys needed help, right?"

Sam had learned from Dean that a smile could sometimes hide a lie so he smiled till his dimples ached and assured her he would.

…

The hunters had finally flushed out and killed off the last of the Bramble pack infesting the area. Bobby knew werewolves, just like every other beast, creature or monster out there were never truly gone. Cleaning out an area was like spraying your home for roaches, sure you killed off the current infestation but there were many more to take the place of the dead.

Bobby pushed back his ball cap and scratched his head, checking for ticks, "Well we bought the campers some safety at least for now." He plucked off a wood tick latched onto his ear and flung it to the ground in disgust.

They packed up the truck and headed back to Sioux Falls. The ride was pretty quiet between the two alphas up until the last hour. Bobby brought up Dean again and John didn't want to discuss it beyond telling Bobby they were his boys and he'd do as he saw fit.

"That's not good enough, are you gonna do when you get back and your boy is a fully fledged omega?"

"I don't know…I guess he can't hunt anymore. Dean already hates school and this is just going to make it worse. What do I do with him?"

"Love him, let him hunt and make him go to school. There are things you can do to protect him."

John let out a snort, "What do you know about omegas or one in the field with you? Face it, they are a liability."

"I don't know much but it's more than you do."

When they made it back to house the sun was already setting and both men were dog tired and filthy. When they entered the house John was hit with the wonder smell of roasting chicken and something sweet in the air.

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